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Elsa Peters
October 1, 2009, 3:39pm Report to Moderator

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Thursday 1st October

Well the shopping trip is over and the moment of torture is upon me.  Getting the things into the suitcase yet again.  I managed to get my oversized hinge for the main gate at the house and I had to get some solar decking lights just because they were reduced for quick sale.  Now I haven't got a decking but I have lights for when I have

Tesco's proved to be a challenge when working out if the offer on teabags was as good as it sounded but in the cold light of day and with the help of a calculater it worked out that the one that I got made a teabag .001 penny cheaper.  Well worked out batman!!

Coffee first, then packing but to rest my weary hand in a packed to peas first and then coat it with Arnica to get the bruise to the surface!!
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Friday 2nd October

The alarm by my bed went off at the alloted hour 3.45 to that I could be ready for the taxi at 4.30.  I washed, part dressed and headed back for the bedroom glancing at the clock on the landing and saw that it was one hour earlier than I thought it was.  Now this clock is notorious for gaining and loosing so not much faith there so I checked my wrist watch.  I had set the time on the alarm clock to one hour later than it should have been so now it was 3.00am.  Back to bed, reset the alarm and let's forget it.  The taxi arrived on shedule, everything else went according to plan and sat down to eat in my favourite restaurant at 8.00 last night.  Long day but what a lot I packed into the few days in England.  Nice and early to bed and ready to face tomorrow....
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Sunday 4th October

Everything was just the same as I left it at the house.  Considering the number of padlocks, all intact.

The weather had turned a little dull and I had been warned in the restaurant the previous night that there was going to be rain.  Now rain I understand, what we had I didn't.  I have seen thunderstorms before in these parts but this was something else.  The thunder was loud, the lightening strikes very close and eventually when we decided to pack up in the dark was when we really had things to contend with.

Firstly after securing the front door I realised that my key were also secured and hanging on a nail in what can be loosely described as a kitchen.  I managed to get the padlock undone, found the keys and relit the tealights since the torch had mysteriously disappeared.  Getting back to the beast we needed the headlights to lock up the electricity box and positioning it in the pouring rain to cover the gate and the box proved difficult.  Added to that the lightening was still rattling around.  Eventually we set sail and probably should have done.  Roads were flooded, thick fog and driving rain and even the taxi driver slowed down as he crossed the bridge into Djebel where the river had decided to run along the main road and not the river bed.

Back to the hotel and off to the favourite little restaurant and shock and horrors, they had shut shop and decided to go home so we had to find another place.  Sitting down to omelette and chips on the terrace with a nice cool beer and suddenly there was a lightening strike that looked like tracer bullets.  Now where is that camera when you need it?  It was probably only about five to six hundred metres away so this mornings task is to see where it came down.  Very dramatic.

Now breakfast.....more later....
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Sunday afternoon

As I drove towards Dushinkove, I realised that the festival that I was told was taking place next weekend was in fact happening today.  The police had closed off the main street and we had to do a diversion round the mosque but one happy policeman chattering on his mobile phone was directing me into a car park thinking that I had come to join in the festivities.  He was adamant that he wanted me to park until I pulled down the window and said ....Kushta Dushinkovo...and that did the trick.

I was happily working away moving one pile of soil to another part of the garden when the daughter of my opposite neighbour insisted that I join her to view the festivities.  Now I am clad in gardening clothes and not too decent shoes but she insisted, I went and the only thing missing was my camera.

Lots of market stalls, sheep roasting, lots of people on holiday from Turkey and two wrestlers beating seven shades of whatever it is they beat out of each other.  I was informed that there was a lot of money riding on the event so tension was high.  There were security guards around the tumble mats, a referee of sorts constantly blowing a whistle and the local mayor was in attendance adding a touch of authority to the event.  Eventually one floored the other, the wrestlers were swamped, money changed hands so we got in the car and went back to the house.  Fun over....for the time but a lot of those people walked back to where they were staying right passed my house and all wanted to see the progress.

Eventually I worked inside, there were just too many people.  Over to the restaurant for a couple of beers, cheesy chips and pork cooked with mushrooms and garlic and then to bed said Zeberdee....Lecka nosht...
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